Rads Falling

Since I'm a Poetry Bastard, I have
bastardized 'Pure Morning' by Placebo

Rads Falling

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend Unclean is better
With soap and brush only ever wash
Your wounds and stitch them together

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend with Smeet is better
You'll never waste can't beat the taste
Of this NRA passed fodder

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend with Peeps is better
Those little sweets multicoloured treats
Will change you now and forever

A friend in need is a friend indeed
Lack of swede is better
No pepper or squash to finally quash
This guanabana/rutabaga fervour

early warning Atomiq's crawling
early warning Atomiq's crawling
early warning Atomiq's crawling
early warning Atomiq's crawling

rads falling
rads falling
rads falling
rads falling

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend whose green is better
A toast to peace with the mutant race
Instead of toasting with Flamer

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend who reads is better
To read my posts and make some jokes
To rant and praise and blather

early warning Atomiq's crawling
early warning Atomiq's crawling
early warning Atomiq's crawling

rads falling
rads falling
rads falling

A friend in need is a friend indeed
Poetry is better
A couplet or two even Haiku
Beer lets the Muses unfetter

A friend in need is a friend indeed
Mr Freeze is better
Change H2O so it won't flow
Then there's no risk of washing ever

Thanks to Placebo for generating the
idea in the first place.

A long while ago some verse was placed
Of Bastards in Hell drinking beer
Mention was made of a need for ice
I think my course is clear

You want ice? You got it!
Although it might be hard
There won't be any in The Glow
Maybe I'll try Boneyard

For we will certainly need it
Drinking beer in hell
But since I come from England
I'll drink it warm just as well

I'm glad to be a Bastard
The poetic trade to ply
Thinking back to Ymir's invite to join
I even rhymed in reply

But now I have to tell you
There's beer ad then there's BEER
I'm talking of the stuff I drink
Way, way over here

The name's of some of these beers
Will really make you titter
It seems to be a convention
When naming Stout, Mild, and Bitter:

Ruggie's Russet Nectar
Belly Rumbler, Belly Ringer
Andrew's Cobblestone Stout
Dog Bolter, Bishop's Finger

Deep Shaft Stout, Reekit Yill
Copperwinkle, Welder's Armpit
Old Cantankerous, Old Peculiar, Old Fart
(In "The Lost Boy's" it's Grandpa's favorite)

Blunderbus Old Porter
Pendle Witches Brew
Hundreds more are out there
These are just a few

So raise a glass, make a toast
Enjoy this infernal repose
We'll sing and sup a pint or three
Then tweak the Devil's nose

Cheers from the...

Cheers fr...

Cheers!
Jonesy

To join the ranks of Bastard
A simple yes would be inept
If I'm to be a poet
It's with verse I must accept

But first, the 'Pretender' comment
Was mere comic whimsical poses
All know poets can have no King
And still have access to the Muses

So I accept your invite with pleasure
And await the ceremony to anoint
Should I bring along some sort of sharpener
For you and your Stick with a Point?

You'd better be nice
You'd better not fight
You'd better not go spam anyone's site
Bert the Turtle's comming around